tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59706628259862040292018-09-17T03:56:36.796-06:00Jack and Daynalee AdyThe Random Stuff That Makes Up LifeJack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-45473820659685242002016-12-24T22:39:00.004-07:002016-12-24T22:39:49.329-07:00Merry Christmas 2016<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Holy Moley, can you believe 2016 is almost over? What a year it’s been. The committee that writes this annual newsletter has heaps of news to share, so we hope you’re bored enough at this very moment to read a rambling, narcissistic, possibly made up brag session all about us. We’re pretty sure we won’t even mention you once. I mean, would you look through a photo album even if you weren’t in any of the pictures? You might, but you’d probably be bored. Here we go. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-e4271ba8-347b-2f90-7973-a2ccd369841c" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are more of us! On March 1st, our little Nora joined the squad. She was born fat. That’s not being mean, the doctor really said to us when she was born, “Nice fat kid.” She was actually only 9 pounds 10 ounces, which in our absurdly sized families is considered mildly bulimic, but we didn’t feel like correcting a doctor while Dayna’s guts were still hanging open from pulling a human being from her insides. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nora has changed so much since then. She is happy, giggly, crawling everywhere, grabbing everything, and loves everything her big brother does. She has lots of long, beautiful hair (on top of her head,) and fresh blonde hair coming in everywhere else. It looks weird, but we still love her. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our wonder boy Max continues to be worth keeping around. Just in the last few weeks, his vocabulary and communication skills have blown up. He’s speaking in 3-5 word sentences all the time, ranging from trolling his parents (calling his mother ‘Dayna’ instead of mommy,) to proving what a good kid he is (“Wow, Star Wars! Yay!”) to flattering his father (when hearing his dad listening to Metallica, “Wow, Daddy’s guitar!”) As of this writing, Max has just turned two years old. We had talked about having another baby when Max turned two, but had never thought that baby would be nine months old at the time. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Max gets very excited about vehicles. Everything from our car-- the “black car”-- to trains, airplanes (pronounced airpoos,) to his favorite thing in the world: fire trucks. If Max hears any siren, he runs to the window in the front room at approximately 55 miles per hour shouting “BIRE TRUCK BIRE TRUCK! EEEOOOOEEEOOO!” The sirens never stop at our house, which is disappointing for him, but okay with the rest of us. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dayna continues to live a life of luxury with two babies at home. As Socrates once said, “The upbringing of young children is the easy life. You get to take naps all the time, wear comfy pants, and you always have a strong Wi-Fi connection.” The man knew his stuff. Yet Dayna thrives as both she and children continue to be cute and well behaved. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Speaking of cute children, Dayna often gets to interact with many children-- their cuteness varies week to week-- in her calling as the very best primary choristers in the whole ward. She often walks into the church with enough props to decorate a float in the Macy’s Day parade, and leaves 11 year old girls raving with comments like, “I guess it wasn’t </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> bad.” She is a treasure. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jack has a nice new scar on his face. He had been working on growing a nice Enrique Iglesias style mole on his cheek, and in a moment of pure vanity, told the doctor he was really worried about it being cancer. He wasn’t, but didn’t want to pay for cosmetic surgery so he said that he was. They sliced it off his face cleanly in 20 seconds and sent him on his way, essentially scar free. Then he got a call a few days later telling him he was right to be worried because it was cancer. Ha!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(For the worry warts out there: it was Basal Cell Carcinoma. No one is dying. For those of you who weren’t that concerned, I hope you didn’t read this part. It really kills the suspense.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We scheduled the first appointment available so they could come scrape out all of the bad crap from Jack’s face. Unfortunately, this time slot was two days before our previously scheduled family pictures, and three days before Jack’s business trip to VISA headquarters in California. Well the surgery went fine, as long as you love slasher films where they gouge people’s faces while they’re still awake, except this was worse because it wasn’t a movie. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Well the camera didn’t shatter from taking pictures of Jack’s scary mug, and VISA didn’t throw the SecurityMetrics group out of the building, although an executive did address Jack’s ten-stitched face as “dressed up like a pirate.” Yarrr, this story be a true one!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Speaking of true stories, this is our 12th Christmas together, and the 12th Christmas during which Dayna has been sure the tree will fall off the roof of our car on the drive home. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> the 12th Christmas that she was almost right the entire way. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now a lot of this probably sounds boring, and it should be noted that indeed, it is. We are living a very parental life, and often quote The Wiggles, The Pout-Pout Fish, or But Not the Hippopotamus to each other the same way adults quote... I don’t know, what’s new on TV now? Home Improvement? Lost? We’re just saying that in defense of our lame sounding life, we are actually very cool and have lots going on #trustus. &nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Editor’s Note: Jack had an 800 word paragraph about Star Wars here that is gone now. You’re welcome. &nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The overall news to report is that things are going great for our family. Jack hasn’t gotten fired, Dayna hasn’t burned the house down, Max hasn’t killed Nora, Nora hasn’t killed the dog, and the dog is still afraid of both kids. We’re happy in our house, job and like spending time with each other. We love you all-- depending on the week-- and want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: &quot;arial&quot;; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; 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I had just been released from the hospital for a blood clot. I technically wasn't a Mother quite yet (I was 12 weeks pregnant) so this year was my official first Mothers Day as a Mom. It was pretty close to perfect. Here's what my mothers day looked like through pictures.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVsUQ5kRvDo/VVYe9owLYgI/AAAAAAAACWI/x5dNSBwR4-0/s1600/20150510_085406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVsUQ5kRvDo/VVYe9owLYgI/AAAAAAAACWI/x5dNSBwR4-0/s320/20150510_085406.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Jack got me a mirror for our back hallway with hooks for our keys and tags, flowers and chocolate. Max got me a pair of leggings.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WvQO3Qk_aM/VVYe9QvBcuI/AAAAAAAACWE/FpZwjUEoYkQ/s1600/20150510_085457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WvQO3Qk_aM/VVYe9QvBcuI/AAAAAAAACWE/FpZwjUEoYkQ/s320/20150510_085457.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Jack made banana cream waffles FROM SCRATCH! With bananas and homemade vanilla syrup.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSmT6AKVkPE/VVYe9X936CI/AAAAAAAACWM/vF2FA0iMu0Q/s1600/20150510_121913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSmT6AKVkPE/VVYe9X936CI/AAAAAAAACWM/vF2FA0iMu0Q/s320/20150510_121913.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />We went to church together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF8eiVuPJI4/VVYe-aH9hgI/AAAAAAAACWY/1onLReFCU-8/s1600/20150510_122019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pF8eiVuPJI4/VVYe-aH9hgI/AAAAAAAACWY/1onLReFCU-8/s320/20150510_122019.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Max looked too adorable.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnGSjJPWQw/VVYe-RwTZhI/AAAAAAAACWc/vHB51YMRksE/s1600/20150510_124134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjnGSjJPWQw/VVYe-RwTZhI/AAAAAAAACWc/vHB51YMRksE/s320/20150510_124134.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKCbit_4RRg/VVYe-5PdmjI/AAAAAAAACWg/I46L_fAAEMc/s1600/20150510_151405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKCbit_4RRg/VVYe-5PdmjI/AAAAAAAACWg/I46L_fAAEMc/s320/20150510_151405.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />My flower from church. All I wanted this year was to go to church and feel like i belonged that day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amzh6Smwoic/VVYe_aaZ86I/AAAAAAAACW4/ACo5k8N5H3o/s1600/20150510_151540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amzh6Smwoic/VVYe_aaZ86I/AAAAAAAACW4/ACo5k8N5H3o/s320/20150510_151540.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />After church I watched some hulu plus ALONE. =)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKwYvgUK70/VVYe_Q5w16I/AAAAAAAACWw/dWWzfNFnJd4/s1600/20150510_162712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKwYvgUK70/VVYe_Q5w16I/AAAAAAAACWw/dWWzfNFnJd4/s320/20150510_162712.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />After a while Jack brought Max back and we snuggled while he took a nap.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJBxxud8QSI/VVYe_lupQAI/AAAAAAAACXE/HeBZ8fNzz5U/s1600/20150510_183416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJBxxud8QSI/VVYe_lupQAI/AAAAAAAACXE/HeBZ8fNzz5U/s320/20150510_183416.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />We made homemade Chicken Tikki Masala for dinner.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuIB7tLLagY/VVYfAc6CABI/AAAAAAAACW8/mIhYHGaflkw/s1600/20150510_214536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuIB7tLLagY/VVYfAc6CABI/AAAAAAAACW8/mIhYHGaflkw/s320/20150510_214536.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We finished off the night with homemade deep fried cookie dough and ice cream.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a pretty perfect day.&nbsp;</div></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-91436055990360834582015-05-05T13:44:00.001-06:002015-05-05T13:44:22.752-06:00Cedar City Trip <div style="text-align: center;">This past weekend we went down to Cedar City for Mike's (my brother in law) graduation from SUU. We had been looking to go on a little get away so when my parents mentioned that they had an extra bed we decided to tag along with them. We left late Thursday night after Jack saw a pre-screening of the Avengers movie. We listened to the Serial podcast then entire way... which was so good. It almost made me wish we had further to go.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR3MHXfgiwI/VUkakNYEs2I/AAAAAAAACUs/9LwrW-B_b3E/s1600/20150501_112738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR3MHXfgiwI/VUkakNYEs2I/AAAAAAAACUs/9LwrW-B_b3E/s320/20150501_112738.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgQYM34Bgvw/VUkdLQ5pD9I/AAAAAAAACVg/bHks_GVUyqc/s1600/20150501_075614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TgQYM34Bgvw/VUkdLQ5pD9I/AAAAAAAACVg/bHks_GVUyqc/s320/20150501_075614.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciYgeQ3knlk/VUkdLby-31I/AAAAAAAACVc/Aa84Cuny0Oc/s1600/20150501_111953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciYgeQ3knlk/VUkdLby-31I/AAAAAAAACVc/Aa84Cuny0Oc/s320/20150501_111953.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ09nhI4OLw/VUkdLaHyOJI/AAAAAAAACVY/7ldJVOTSBxw/s1600/20150501_112427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ09nhI4OLw/VUkdLaHyOJI/AAAAAAAACVY/7ldJVOTSBxw/s320/20150501_112427.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkALZXLf_y4/VUkdLw14G6I/AAAAAAAACVk/-HUp7FAtaZg/s1600/20150501_113630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkALZXLf_y4/VUkdLw14G6I/AAAAAAAACVk/-HUp7FAtaZg/s320/20150501_113630.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We woke up early on Friday to make it down to SUU in time for graduation. Graduations are long... and even longer with a baby. Luckily Max was really good for the first meeting. We spent the second meeting trying to fall asleep in the hall. Dad treated us to lunch at The Pizza Cart, which I can't say enough good things about. It was SO good. Afterwards we went back to the hotel and the girls left to do a little shopping. Unfortunately Max fell off the bed while we were gone. Which was maybe a blessing in disguise. I think if I would have been there for the actual event I would have been a wreck. Jack called me while he was screaming and that was bad enough. By the time we got back to the hotel he had calmed down and was drinking a bottle. We watched him carefully that night and I had my nurse sister check him out. In the end he was totally fine. I feel like we earned our "baby fell off the bed" badge. I'm sure everyone get's one of those eventually.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Friday night we went to the Cedar City Rec Center with Mom, Dad, Halle, Kim, Mike and Landry. They had a fun water slide, lazy river, swimming pools, hot tub and kids section. Max wasn't super into the slides or any of the fun kids stuff but he sure loved the lazy river. He kicked and kicked the entire way around a couple times. It completely wore him out, but he absolutely loved it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqoKDpmJJqc/VUkcMxcPBqI/AAAAAAAACU4/62lWZgfcCaY/s1600/20150501_191349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqoKDpmJJqc/VUkcMxcPBqI/AAAAAAAACU4/62lWZgfcCaY/s320/20150501_191349.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIgVtUrBL50/VUkcNC4FSdI/AAAAAAAACU8/GYEFQVz6o4M/s1600/20150501_191443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YIgVtUrBL50/VUkcNC4FSdI/AAAAAAAACU8/GYEFQVz6o4M/s320/20150501_191443.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1TNfLDeGJc/VUkcMynytmI/AAAAAAAACVA/7ntQgx6UmcY/s1600/20150501_191533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i1TNfLDeGJc/VUkcMynytmI/AAAAAAAACVA/7ntQgx6UmcY/s320/20150501_191533.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M335q3eJjJQ/VUkcNrKGyyI/AAAAAAAACVE/82XxQ7U3Su8/s1600/20150501_193514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M335q3eJjJQ/VUkcNrKGyyI/AAAAAAAACVE/82XxQ7U3Su8/s320/20150501_193514.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;We ate dinner at a little hole in the wall burger joint and headed back to the hotel for bed. &nbsp;It was such a fun day that Max fell asleep almost immediately and didn't move once. I had to keep waking up to make sure he was breathing. haha. Saturday we headed home after breakfast and listened to more of our Serial podcast. It was a quick trip but exactly what we needed. I love hanging out with my family and I love when Max and Landry get to hang out. I can't wait till they are older and they can enjoy it as much as us!&nbsp;</div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-17097032266857145612015-03-17T19:52:00.000-06:002015-03-17T19:52:20.178-06:00Jack Maximus Ady.... blessing day! <div style="text-align: center;">Since I found out I was pregnant I've kept a personal journal with letters written specifically to Max. I keep track of what he's doing every few weeks and I write him letters on special occasions. I'm working hard to keep up on his photo scrapbook as well, but I realized I wanted to keep track of some of the smaller day to day things that we do, as well as post more pictures of the big events. I'm not going to go back to the beginning, just start now and hopefully I can get back in the habit of blogging!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we had Max blessed at our church. It was such an amazing day. All of my immediate family was able to be there, which was amazing! Most of Jack's family was able to be there as well and a few grandparents and aunts and uncles were able to make it. There was a snow storm that came in the same weekend as the blessing so we felt so lucky and blessed that so many were able to be there.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---CDs-NxgBo/VQiplYijgYI/AAAAAAAACUE/uuN3n-86-mM/s1600/IMG_5408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---CDs-NxgBo/VQiplYijgYI/AAAAAAAACUE/uuN3n-86-mM/s1600/IMG_5408.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_gDtxWukzA/VQiou5_RazI/AAAAAAAACTs/ubgjo5nsaGw/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_gDtxWukzA/VQiou5_RazI/AAAAAAAACTs/ubgjo5nsaGw/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STKyUAgXhjs/VQiovIrausI/AAAAAAAACTo/ztXN2i-ShFE/s1600/IMG_5466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STKyUAgXhjs/VQiovIrausI/AAAAAAAACTo/ztXN2i-ShFE/s1600/IMG_5466.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwbo--U3egQ/VQiou1y1FZI/AAAAAAAACTk/tFjGjMQU8no/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwbo--U3egQ/VQiou1y1FZI/AAAAAAAACTk/tFjGjMQU8no/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAeKgyYB7s/VQiowVRXKgI/AAAAAAAACT8/a1DAL92FrCM/s1600/IMG_5492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHAeKgyYB7s/VQiowVRXKgI/AAAAAAAACT8/a1DAL92FrCM/s1600/IMG_5492.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom made Max's blessing suit out of my wedding dress. His pants, tie and the buttons on his vest were all from my dress. It was something I had always wanted done with my dress and I was just so happy that it worked out. It is something I will cherish for the rest of my life!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xhz40cWoThA/VQioZtwPTCI/AAAAAAAACTE/QNBMEAx0feU/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xhz40cWoThA/VQioZtwPTCI/AAAAAAAACTE/QNBMEAx0feU/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FufvDQiNEaA/VQioZ8UV8GI/AAAAAAAACTI/HDrXBgqOo_o/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FufvDQiNEaA/VQioZ8UV8GI/AAAAAAAACTI/HDrXBgqOo_o/s1600/IMG_5192.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGQs_VY_JcU/VQioZ1f6DiI/AAAAAAAACTM/1aWZOB81UVo/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGQs_VY_JcU/VQioZ1f6DiI/AAAAAAAACTM/1aWZOB81UVo/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dH6CF1CvXE/VQiobH9TZTI/AAAAAAAACTc/GPHYoPe51To/s1600/IMG_5231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dH6CF1CvXE/VQiobH9TZTI/AAAAAAAACTc/GPHYoPe51To/s1600/IMG_5231.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Being Max's mom is by far my favorite thing! He is such a fun baby and he fits into our family perfectly. He really is the missing piece we waited all these years for!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dyvma9pnFsw/VQjaL6gt--I/AAAAAAAACUU/qzFVdRDx6I0/s1600/IMG_5510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dyvma9pnFsw/VQjaL6gt--I/AAAAAAAACUU/qzFVdRDx6I0/s1600/IMG_5510.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-67333633125584709882014-12-14T21:36:00.000-07:002014-12-14T21:36:51.394-07:002014 Christmas Letter<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9k34U_agEw/VI5X5JYBKAI/AAAAAAAACR0/aJiMgO91ZC8/s1600/Retro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F9k34U_agEw/VI5X5JYBKAI/AAAAAAAACR0/aJiMgO91ZC8/s1600/Retro.jpg" height="320" width="287" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2014 was an exciting year for us, and I think you all know the real reason why. After years of waiting, we were finally able to get new wood floors! #crazyblessed. What a time to be alive.</span></div><b id="docs-internal-guid-48c84289-4c02-cbee-f9e3-ad6d049795fb" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dayna was able to retire from working at the school this year #ballermoney due to your basic run of the mill pregnancy routine. Step 1: don’t get pregnant for 8.5 years. Step 2: get a blood clot. Step 3: enjoy gestational diabetes. 4: Sometimes cry about hilarious things, like not owning a diaper bag, or that the kids at school hate you even though they don’t. Step 5: labor for 16 hours and then get chopped in half so they can pull a human out of your belly. Step 6: look good the whole time #kateuptonisugly.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jack and Dayna rode down to Oceanside, California with Dayna’s sister and her husband in January (is this weird 3rd person thing weirding out the reader as much as it is the author? I mean, you know it’s either Jack or Dayna writing this, right? Well, either Jack or Dayna strongly agrees with you. It’s hard, but we stick with it #thesecolorsdontrunorevenjog.) </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oceanside is gorgeous. They were graciously invited by and stayed with Dayna’s grandparents, but in turn had to walk several dozen feet from their room to get to the ocean. They saw dolphins and whales and weird people and almost Steve Nash. Jack found out later that Nash lives right by where we stayed, which makes sense for rich people to make those kind of decisions. </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jack enjoyed Southern California so much that he took the whole family except for Dayna back down to Santa Monica in June. There he attended a private tour of Riot studios and sat front row for the League championship Series. He even had his picture taken with Will “Meteos” Hartman, and yes, he’s aware that most of you have no idea what any of this means, but this was really cool for him #nerdlifeforever.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was our ninth anniversary this year, and we decided that since it was going to be our last one without children, we would do something fancy. Jack planned to take Dayna to an expensive restaurant in beautiful Sundance, Utah. The day of our anniversary, it turned out that Jack was too sick to watch Star Wars in bed, so the anniversary celebration was pushed back one week #isthedarksidestronger. Seven days later, Dayna completely ruined Jack’s romantic plans by thoughtlessly getting sick. At this point, can we even say we've been married 9 years? I guess legally we have to, but without spending too much money on a single meal, we both know-- in our hearts-- it’s a lie. Another lie was that whole ‘staying in third person’ thing. It just got really tedious, and this paper isn’t getting graded, so we dropped it </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our lovely dog Anne was also fortunate in 2014, as her parents' previously planned trip to Cancun was canceled by the arrival of her new little brother, Maximus. </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a long day before he arrived. We got to the hospital at 6 AM on November 17th, and he was born at 10:57 PM. He let out a little cry when he emerged and promptly peed on his own face. Max is a special little guy, years in the making. We'd like to tell jokes about him in the future, but it’s honestly kind of difficult right now. We’re just really glad he showed up, even if he took his sweet time getting here.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Max grows leaps and bounds, seemingly every day. He has no siblings, so he’s started pulling his own hair. Still, he’s a patient boy, so he never hits back over the hair pulling. Jack is often jealous of Max-- eating all day, hanging out with Dayna, taking naps, no job and never paying bills-- it’s a sweet gig, no doubt, and one Jack aspires to.</span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As of the time of this writing, Max is developing his voice. He is not a baby that cries very often, but he's a pretty good grunter. Grunting means that he is communication one of three things: A) I need to burp, B) I need to break wind, or C) I have the ability to grunt. </span></div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jumping back to first person, we're very happy with our growing little family. If you're reading this message, that really speaks to your character. It means that you've either avoided getting unfriended on Facebook all these years, or that you're too old for Facebook and probably live a weird, boring, Facebookless life. Either way, we're glad that you play a part in our lives, and hope you have a great Christmas and a happy new year #happyholidays #pleasenoonegetoffended #starwars7in1yearhype </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQaS2g9Ydik/VI5YBuHbN1I/AAAAAAAACSE/oyq5LjUExrI/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQaS2g9Ydik/VI5YBuHbN1I/AAAAAAAACSE/oyq5LjUExrI/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" height="256" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0XMJqf_wV8/VI5YBdiR9TI/AAAAAAAACR8/RmPfnBK7jig/s1600/Christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0XMJqf_wV8/VI5YBdiR9TI/AAAAAAAACR8/RmPfnBK7jig/s1600/Christmas.jpg" height="293" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiZOwkqDoR0/VI5YBjThDfI/AAAAAAAACSA/H-b7QloeZQk/s1600/Christmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiZOwkqDoR0/VI5YBjThDfI/AAAAAAAACSA/H-b7QloeZQk/s1600/Christmas1.jpg" height="242" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-67883959233243453462012-12-20T09:11:00.002-07:002012-12-20T09:11:30.698-07:00Christmas Letter 2012<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">We are really having to rush this year’s letter to press, what with the end of the world coming on the 21<sup>st</sup>. We really thought we had dodged a bullet when the world didn’t end twice already this year and thought maybe we could get away without a letter at all. It turns out that crazy old people are often crazy.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">This year just really hasn’t been nearly as eventful as 2011 was for us. We didn’t buy a new house this year, or a new car, and despite Dayna letting the dang dog run away a couple times, she always brought that dang dog back, so no new dog either. That’s good though, because Anne is adorable. We call our “Dogter.” <i>That’s</i>how cool we are. Let that sink in. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Dayna was able to buddy up to the primary presidency in our ward and get them to release her. Once word of her craftiness, they decided to put her in a law of consecration calling where she makes <s>free </s>cute stuff for the relief society. Jack got released from the Cub Scouts through a series of menacing looks at short bishops and a serious case of being afraid of bears, which has crippled his ability to camp. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Bear related fear did not, however, cripple Jack’s ability to write things he doesn’t get paid for. Three times in the past year, Jack has had articles selected and published by KSL.com, Utah’s biggest website in the world. This has led to Jack being a huge celebrity around the house, sometimes polling as high as 50% among registered Anne-dogs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of celebrity fame, Dayna, famed reader of both <i>Twilight </i>and <i>The Hunger Games,</i> had another extremely successful round of craft sellery at the annual Holly Fair. Bored women herded in droves to <s>waste their husbands’ money</s> invest in high quality goods hand crafted by Dayna. Hopefully we can use that money to finish our basement so we don’t have to be so close together and be forced to listen to each other’s lame jokes as often.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">A bit more about the basement. If you haven’t seen it, it is 4000 square feet, has a theater room already in place, and a segmented glass area where the tile is ready for the pool. It’s also in Florida, and we both have nicely tanned six packs. Dayna teaches baby aerobics and Jack plays for the Heat. It is fun in our basement.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Back in reality, our basement is coming along nicely. We have the framing and electric work completely done, and the sheetrock is almost completely started as well. Once it’s done, we really do want to get a theater room setup with a projector. Next, we’ll save up for a psychiatrist who can help treat our ADD so we can both sit through an entire movie. These are the problems you have to deal with when growing up in America. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">We both like our jobs very much. So much in fact that neither of us decided to even get raises or promoted, that’s how dedicated we are. We celebrated our 7<sup>th</sup> anniversary this year, which means if you’re one of our grandparents reading this, you’ve been mathematically eliminated from being in your thirties. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">To experience the true romance in our lives after seven years, we traveled to Tooele, Utah, where we toured—as a symbol of our relationship-- an actual shut-down asylum. The asylum, confirmed as actually haunted by the very respectable and trustworthy (read: sarcasm at full) folks over at “Ghost Hunters,” was a great time. I guess we also ate a fancy meal and stayed at a nice hotel, but we really just wanted to keep the description limited to the romantic notion of being trapped in a building with insane people. That resonates with these authors for some reason.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Each year we write down a few little anecdotes, but it doesn’t really matter if we have cool things to brag about or if we just distract you from our glaring flaws. We’re glad to have each other, and also to glad to have those of you reading this in our lives. And were also really glad that most of you are reading it electronically because, let’s be honest, you’re probably not worth the production cost of a printed letter, picture, envelope and a stamp, are you? We’d probably forget to send you one anyway, and that would just be awkward later on. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBvE2gQBFkU/UNM4kl5wr3I/AAAAAAAACP0/SHqpPG8tYjY/s1600/Christmas+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBvE2gQBFkU/UNM4kl5wr3I/AAAAAAAACP0/SHqpPG8tYjY/s400/Christmas+2012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas you nobodies!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Love,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Jack and Dayna Ady<o:p></o:p></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-29002626066118827642012-01-22T21:28:00.003-07:002012-01-22T21:28:30.104-07:00Anne's Infertility<div style="text-align: center;">It has now become official. Anne will never bare children. We talked quite a bit about whether or not we wanted to eventually breed Anne. We loved the idea of little puppies and especially the money we could get for them. But when it came right down to it we felt like the best thing for us and for Anne would be for her to be fixed. I was hoping we could get an appointment over Christmas break so I could be home with her all day while she recovered. The soonest they could get us in was the first week of January but they did have a Friday&nbsp;available&nbsp;so we could still be there for the weekend.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I took her in before work on Friday morning. The waiting room was full of other dogs being dropped off and Anne freaked out. She clung to me the entire time. Anne usually loves other people. When we drop her off at the groomers she literally jumps into their arms. She can't wait to be showered with attention. So for her to be so clingy made it really hard. I'm sure she could sense my stress and the stress of every dog/human in that room. When the tech came to take her back I had to physically unhook her claws from my body. Poor thing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had to wait until I got off of work to pick her up, so it was a long day. When I picked her up at 3:30 she was pretty somber. I picked her up and she just looked at me. I'm sure all the dog people out there will say she was just groggy from the drugs, but I know she was secretly hating me behind that stare.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kr3lba4CJg8/TxzhOCLfMMI/AAAAAAAACMc/PmpAY2DNTDA/s1600/IMG_20120106_211416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kr3lba4CJg8/TxzhOCLfMMI/AAAAAAAACMc/PmpAY2DNTDA/s320/IMG_20120106_211416.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8m2VeVfDDw/TxzhOiCDx8I/AAAAAAAACMk/mix3oUYCreo/s1600/IMG_20120106_211450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8m2VeVfDDw/TxzhOiCDx8I/AAAAAAAACMk/mix3oUYCreo/s320/IMG_20120106_211450.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JytJjQj4ds/TxzhPCsxbQI/AAAAAAAACMs/e_oH0SMPiiE/s1600/IMG_20120106_211605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JytJjQj4ds/TxzhPCsxbQI/AAAAAAAACMs/e_oH0SMPiiE/s320/IMG_20120106_211605.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For the first night she was pretty sore and sad. We packed her around and spent the evening watching TV on the bed with her. Everyone warned us that she would be sore for quite a while and we'd need to keep a close eye on her. By day 2 she was over being sore and returned to the energetic puppy who wants to jump on everything and wrestle with us. We tried to keep her from jumping on stuff and kept her in her playpen most of the day but she recovered fabulously. She is back to being our crazy psycho pup-- and we love her.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x22gbneRq44/Txzhkm6y_PI/AAAAAAAACM0/P7VfXNoHx9I/s1600/IMG_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x22gbneRq44/Txzhkm6y_PI/AAAAAAAACM0/P7VfXNoHx9I/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jB6bwKqf3aE/TxzhlnfQzlI/AAAAAAAACM8/BI0cF0erK7Y/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jB6bwKqf3aE/TxzhlnfQzlI/AAAAAAAACM8/BI0cF0erK7Y/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-88520308651054847422012-01-21T14:37:00.003-07:002012-01-21T14:37:32.097-07:00Week 2 Weigh In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phm9YOZeiL4/Txsv23PvmwI/AAAAAAAACLs/sIVASJf2kh4/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-phm9YOZeiL4/Txsv23PvmwI/AAAAAAAACLs/sIVASJf2kh4/s320/wedding.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our engagement photo. Life before fast food and ice cream became our hobbies.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the show Biggest Loser they always have the dreaded "week 2". The first week you lose all your water weight and you have a huge number. Week 2 numbers are always significantly smaller. I'm not sure why I thought I could skip over that. I lost almost 10 pounds in week 1 and this week I dropped 1.4 pounds. It's still a loss but not nearly as much as I had hoped for.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had a few setbacks this week. I managed to get a 30 minute workout in every day. Unfortunately Wednesday night I was having a Debbie Downer day and decided a cup of chocolate chips and cheetos would cure the problem. They didn't. I ended up feeling sick all night and then the guilt made me feel sick the rest of the week. Friday night I decided to make cupcakes for my free day (Saturday) and I found myself picking in the cake batter the entire time. Not okay. So I can see where I need to fix some things for this week.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This week my goal is to get a 30 minute workout every day. I'm going to avoid snacking on junk food completely and I'm going to do better planning my lunches. I did okay drinking my water this week but I'm going to up my intake and finish at least 1 Liter before work is over every day. My goal is to lose 3.1 this week which will get me out of the 250's FOREVER!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt really disappointed when I got on the scale this morning but by the time we left our Weight Watchers meeting I had decided to brush it off and learn from my week.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On the bright side. Jack reached his goal weight this week. He's lost over 50 pounds since starting weight watchers and he weighed in at 189.6 this morning. Hooray! He has 6 weeks to maintain that and then he will become a lifetime member. Then we can stop paying for his weight watchers and we will be 40 dollars richer every month! =)&nbsp;</div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-54811071236214844962012-01-14T19:23:00.003-07:002012-01-14T19:23:50.395-07:00Week 1 Weight Loss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-fIBuJWjME/TxI4PjO2R5I/AAAAAAAACLU/9yNXkt4zgCo/s1600/dayna2%2528edit%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-fIBuJWjME/TxI4PjO2R5I/AAAAAAAACLU/9yNXkt4zgCo/s320/dayna2%2528edit%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*For all of our viewing pleasure here is a picture of pre-fatty Dayna. I was about 170ish here.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I figure since this is my blog I can write whatever I want on it. As you know, one of my new year goals was to lose 64 pounds.&nbsp;I went back to Weight Watchers to take responsibility and to start my new life.&nbsp;I weighed in last week at 263.8 pounds. Gross. I decided to jump right in this week and pre-planned all of my meals. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Jack is in school full time so I am on my own 3 out of 5 nights during the week. I knew if I didn't have a clear plan of attack I would go crazy in the kitchen by myself. Breakfast was cooked oatmeal with vanilla yogurt and a banana, lunch switched off between salad/fruit and cottage cheese/boiled egg/ fruit, dinner most nights was a turkey sandwich and fruits and veggies but I did throw in a veggie chicken patty sandwich and a bowl of rice chex a few nights. I snacked on Peanut Butter and Oranges but tried to keep my snacking to a minimum. I took a 1 liter water bottle to work and finished at least one of those a day (which is HUGE for me) I worked out Tuesday, Thursday and Friday.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After I weighed in last week I told Jack I was shooting for a 6 lb loss this week. I was only able to fit in 3 workouts so I changed my goal from 6 to a 3. I felt like I would be pretty proud of a 3 lb loss. I stepped on the scale this morning and saw the numbers stop at 254.4. That's a 9.4 lb loss in ONE WEEK! I jumped off and high fived Jack. That's the most I've ever done in one week and I was beyond excited. Turns out I was the biggest loser at WWers this week. I'll take it!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This week really proved to me that pre-tracking and sticking to your guidelines really works. I really felt like because I pre-tracked I thought less about food. I just knew what I was going to eat and when I was hungry I ate it. I had a few un-planned snacks during the week (mini cupcake, jerky and skittles-- all on different days) but I made sure I tracked them and stayed within my points plus values. Seeing that I can lose 9.4 pounds and still have eaten some of my favorite "sinful" treats really feels great. I want to see what I can do WITHOUT eating those during the week but I really do feel great.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we're on to the dreaded week 2. On Biggest Loser it's notorious for being a low weight loss week. I am determined to stay away from the "sinful treats" this week and make sure I get a good 60 minute workout every day. I'm shooting for a 6 this week. Tune in next Saturday to see what happens.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*I realize a healthy weight loss is between 1/2 lb - 2 lbs a week. I know eventually my weight loss will slow down but for the first few weeks I am hoping it will come off a bit faster.&nbsp;</div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-2826638704387949672012-01-08T21:17:00.001-07:002012-01-08T21:17:07.166-07:002012 Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">I absolutely love the clean slate that comes with a new year. I know everyone feels like this year is going to be "their year" but for me it's true! I set a few personal goals and Jack and I set quite a few goals as a couple. We also set a yearly theme for our little family. Goals that are not written down are just wishes.... so here is how our year is going to go.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We decided to set a family theme this year. We really wanted to focus on becoming better and strengthening our marriage at the same time. We chose "I love us" as our family theme. We set goals to help us become the people we want to be. We are constantly saying we wish we were skinny people, or wealthy people or more spiritual people. Our goals, at times, might feel like we are denying ourselves the things we want-- but in reality we are doing this because we deserve better. We love us enough to give up the things we want now to get the things we want most. Our goals will also help us reach the point where we can be the people we have always wanted to be. We can honestly look at every aspect of our lives and feel like we love the people we have become. I'm so excited about this!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">We set 8 goals for our marriage that we will work on together.</span></u>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#1 &nbsp; Attend the Temple&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have gotten a little lax on our temple attendance and this year we are setting a realistic goal to increase our visits.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#2 &nbsp; Finish the Book of Mormon</div><div style="text-align: center;">We've started reading the Book of Mormon many times in our marriage but we've never actually finished the entire thing. This year we're going to finish reading the entire thing.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#3 &nbsp; Date Night</div><div style="text-align: center;">We're taking the time out every Saturday to spend quality time with each other. Instead of the fast food/watching tv dates we're used to we're going to plan out fun "quality time" with each other.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#4 &nbsp; &nbsp;Walk Anne</div><div style="text-align: center;">This might seem like such a silly goal but we've really slacked on our dog walking. Anne is such a sweet puppy and walking her more often will give us more exercise as well as chill her out. We found a make-shift dog park near our house and we're looking forward to spending a lot of time there.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#5 &nbsp; &nbsp; No Eating Out During the Week</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack and I both do weight watchers and we allow Saturday to be our "free day". We plan on keeping Saturdays special by not eating out at all during the week. This will also help keep more money in our bank account. You don't even want to know how much we spent at restaurants in December. (we added it up-- it was scary!)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#6 &nbsp; &nbsp; Finish the Basement</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are currently sitting on 1350 sq ft. of unused home. We have the coolest plans for our basement and we even have the money set aside to do it! We just have to get our buns in gear. When we're finished we'll have a huge family room with a HD screen and projector as well as a small reading nook, a large office/work out room big enough to fit our treadmill and weight machine while still giving Jack his office space and room for his music recording equipment, an enormous spare bedroom, a cold storage room and a 3rd bathroom. It will really add a lot to our home and we're looking forward to finishing it.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#7 &nbsp; &nbsp;No Impulse Purchases</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack and I are very fortunate to have great jobs that provide us with enough money to pay our bills and have some play money. Because of this we have got in the habit of buying things whenever we think we want them, regardless of the need. This year we are really going to pull back and think about purchases before we make them.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#8 &nbsp; &nbsp;Pay off our Credit Card</div><div style="text-align: center;">We went through most of our marriage without having any credit card debt, but a few years ago we fell into the trap. We've slowly been paying it off but we've really just been paying the interest every month. We have $900 on our card and plan on putting $150 towards our bill every month until it is payed off.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Personal Goals&nbsp;</u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I decided to really focus on 2 personal goals this year. There are so many aspects of my life that I want to perfect but I chose 2 that I am really passionate about right now.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#1 &nbsp; &nbsp;Lose 64 pounds.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know this is letting the cat out of the bag but I've come to realize that weight is just a number. I pretend if I don't tell anyone that they will magically think I am skinny. Everyone can see the way I look. You knowing the number on the scale doesn't automatically make me look fatter or skinnier. I weighed in yesterday at a whopping 264. This is sadly not the heaviest I've ever been but it's not a number I am proud of whatsoever. I stopped living my weight watcher lifestyle and put 23 pounds on in less than 2 months. It's a sad and disgusting reality, but it is a reality. I'm determined to hit One-derland by the end of this year. I bought a treadmill and have pre-planned my meals for the week. It's a start. And a start I'm very excited to make!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">#2 &nbsp; &nbsp; Expand my Craft Business</div><div style="text-align: center;">I absolutely love that I can make money doing something I love in my free time. I love making blocks and knowing that my work is decorating hundreds of people's homes. I love doing custom orders for people and I love coming up with new ideas that I know are going to be so cute! This year I plan on expanding from just doing the Holly Fair to either selling in a boutique or doing at least 1 other craft fair. This scares me to death because I have to put myself out there one more time, but I'm really excited about it!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it. The (very long) breakdown of how 2012 will really become "Our Year"&nbsp;</div><br />Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-85695267735235083752012-01-02T10:06:00.001-07:002012-01-02T10:06:13.149-07:00Anne's Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I feel like Anne should get her own post to document her first Christmas. Plus puppy pictures are so stinking cute!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7MRzs3F4nU/TwHirwQiwAI/AAAAAAAACKs/vPUI6UN2Cmw/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7MRzs3F4nU/TwHirwQiwAI/AAAAAAAACKs/vPUI6UN2Cmw/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;She loved the idea of opening presents. She would sit and watch for a few seconds and then she'd help tear the rest off and go crazy with whatever was inside. It was great fun for her.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56czSITWzks/TwHisx7DP5I/AAAAAAAACK0/6u-kICHv6Jc/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56czSITWzks/TwHisx7DP5I/AAAAAAAACK0/6u-kICHv6Jc/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She spent ALL day with Daddy. She watched basketball most of the day cuddled up on his lap.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-X2DbJNpAQ/TwHiu4uiLPI/AAAAAAAACK8/0s1UqfBT454/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-X2DbJNpAQ/TwHiu4uiLPI/AAAAAAAACK8/0s1UqfBT454/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She loved her presents. Anything that&nbsp;squeaks&nbsp;is a winner in her book.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPLSNCRQYIc/TwHiwKCVnJI/AAAAAAAACLE/PIYarvKDWfY/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPLSNCRQYIc/TwHiwKCVnJI/AAAAAAAACLE/PIYarvKDWfY/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">She loved her little monkey toy. And don't even pretend like a puppy in long johns is not the cutest thing you've ever seen.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLzgZLwYxLo/TwHixJS3WpI/AAAAAAAACLM/vV4ZenV2uDM/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MLzgZLwYxLo/TwHixJS3WpI/AAAAAAAACLM/vV4ZenV2uDM/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She got a new bed for Christmas. At first it freaked her out and she had to sniff and scratch every inch of it. Now she jumps right in and curls up in a ball while we all watch TV. She loves it.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas as well!&nbsp;</div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-48086975595515617332012-01-02T09:58:00.002-07:002012-01-02T09:58:52.535-07:00Christmas Dinner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRQeXyRcyUM/TwHhXiyHYvI/AAAAAAAACKY/3Ch1jZSCsdw/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRQeXyRcyUM/TwHhXiyHYvI/AAAAAAAACKY/3Ch1jZSCsdw/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course the 2nd best part of Christmas is Christmas dinner. I get all Martha Stewarty and bake a turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, twice baked yams, stuffing, cranberry sauce and rolls. It was absolutely delicious.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVrgEOdHX3g/TwHhTd4McyI/AAAAAAAACKA/Hb5EqwsJ91E/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVrgEOdHX3g/TwHhTd4McyI/AAAAAAAACKA/Hb5EqwsJ91E/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Jack wanted test out my new camera so he used the turkey as his model.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhIiTkocIfE/TwHhWQqKK-I/AAAAAAAACKQ/7A-HLByXasc/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhIiTkocIfE/TwHhWQqKK-I/AAAAAAAACKQ/7A-HLByXasc/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IE9Fqss0heM/TwHhYTK7N7I/AAAAAAAACKg/XHy1uPawhEQ/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IE9Fqss0heM/TwHhYTK7N7I/AAAAAAAACKg/XHy1uPawhEQ/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Even Anne got a delicious Christmas dinner. Santa left Tuna in her stocking so we mixed it in with her puppy food and Jack even iced her water. She was more than happy to eat her dinner and not beg for ours.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_0VLB8TePY/TwHhUweXJII/AAAAAAAACKI/_3dKdK5B6dM/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_0VLB8TePY/TwHhUweXJII/AAAAAAAACKI/_3dKdK5B6dM/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-34002078049250242052012-01-02T09:53:00.001-07:002012-01-02T09:53:45.535-07:00Christmas Morning Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">We had a fabulous Christmas this year. It was our first Christmas in our new home which was so fun and it was Anne's first Christmas as well. She really is our baby and she was so spoiled. She absolutely loved it though. Call it "mothers intuition" but Christmas was the best day of her life so far.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack loves playing "santa" every year. So I put our his presents and then he swoops in and sets out all his presents to me and all our presents from our families. He spreads everything out so when I wake up in the morning it looks like Santa dumped his sleigh. I love it!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYHLI3Uf3ys/TwHfXXNFcyI/AAAAAAAACI4/Y_UTPVJ66Vw/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYHLI3Uf3ys/TwHfXXNFcyI/AAAAAAAACI4/Y_UTPVJ66Vw/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2KDfG6k4Mg/TwHfYhjBb7I/AAAAAAAACJA/LOPQfQpWfEc/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j2KDfG6k4Mg/TwHfYhjBb7I/AAAAAAAACJA/LOPQfQpWfEc/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Anne got a bunch of presents as well. She absolutely loved it. She would open one and then play with it until it was her turn again. She couldn't get over the fact that she got so many new things that she knew were meant for her.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7p38Zc-SOy0/TwHfZ5daNaI/AAAAAAAACJI/LzgBGuSGXvU/s1600/IMG_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7p38Zc-SOy0/TwHfZ5daNaI/AAAAAAAACJI/LzgBGuSGXvU/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7271vM3fW6w/TwHfbIFWFaI/AAAAAAAACJQ/SwSA570_jkE/s1600/IMG_0140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7271vM3fW6w/TwHfbIFWFaI/AAAAAAAACJQ/SwSA570_jkE/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the&nbsp;mandatory&nbsp;picture of all our garbage.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2XPlmdEq5Q/TwHfcEYThII/AAAAAAAACJY/32QCzRO4u6I/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2XPlmdEq5Q/TwHfcEYThII/AAAAAAAACJY/32QCzRO4u6I/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack was so hard to shop for this year. He couldn't think of anything he wanted and literally gave me nothing to work with. I had to come up with my own ideas and hope he would be happy. He got a new L shaped desk for his office, an arrested development poster, new clothes, lots of blu rays, video games, exercise equipment, and new headphones for the gym and work.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3MLJJVGKWE/TwHfdqm6NII/AAAAAAAACJg/mNpNaAIjYHQ/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3MLJJVGKWE/TwHfdqm6NII/AAAAAAAACJg/mNpNaAIjYHQ/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I am so easy to shop for. I ask for the same thing every year and would perfectly content to get purses and jewelry for the rest of my life. Jack surprised me this year by getting me a Nook. I never knew I wanted one till I had it. I absolutely loved it and spent the next 24 hours locked up reading. He also spoiled me with my jewelry, purses, chick flick movies, boots, leg warmers, and home decor.&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N8Y4rogT5Y/TwHfen-4O5I/AAAAAAAACJo/m3gTzOMbOO0/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0N8Y4rogT5Y/TwHfen-4O5I/AAAAAAAACJo/m3gTzOMbOO0/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-15699124132324608232012-01-02T09:43:00.001-07:002012-01-02T09:43:44.202-07:00Christmas Eve 2011 Stuff<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was looking through all of my old Christmas pictures and I realize every year it's the exact same thing. haha. A picture of each of us in our new PJ's. A shot of the presents pre-opened, the garbage afterwards, our delicious dinner and perhaps one or two of us cheesing it up for the camera. Not much changed this year. Same pictures. Just a year older.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a recap of our Christmas Eve. We opened PJ's from our Christmas Brownie Bernard. He even left some for Anne.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmeXeelSRc/TwHd2uekQwI/AAAAAAAACIM/YjTfYqpXBos/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmeXeelSRc/TwHd2uekQwI/AAAAAAAACIM/YjTfYqpXBos/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dukPEtBcSis/TwHd35nhklI/AAAAAAAACIU/O-FMADWyBKU/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dukPEtBcSis/TwHd35nhklI/AAAAAAAACIU/O-FMADWyBKU/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlQuH3aT3zI/TwHd5M6ixyI/AAAAAAAACIc/_wAFZWUrQzw/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XlQuH3aT3zI/TwHd5M6ixyI/AAAAAAAACIc/_wAFZWUrQzw/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y14vYT_Ohyc/TwHd8_H42oI/AAAAAAAACIk/vEOdKzfeLKg/s1600/IMG_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y14vYT_Ohyc/TwHd8_H42oI/AAAAAAAACIk/vEOdKzfeLKg/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then we made delicious snack foods. Chili and Cream Cheese dip, bacon wrapped chicken and bacon ranch bread. We settled down for our traditional viewing of Christmas Vacation and anxiously awaited our Christmas morning.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtIiMWsiEZg/TwHd-WIf1nI/AAAAAAAACIs/CEz_X7Eu_sQ/s1600/IMG_0129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtIiMWsiEZg/TwHd-WIf1nI/AAAAAAAACIs/CEz_X7Eu_sQ/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-78985679884079324322012-01-02T09:36:00.001-07:002012-01-02T09:36:58.194-07:00Christmas Decor<div style="text-align: center;">I love decorating for Christmas. This year I got all my decor out and realized I have no shelf space for anything. So it was somewhat of a toned down version this year. I shopped all the after Christmas sales though and plan to really amp up my game next year.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmYvt7dX460/TwHcS393G-I/AAAAAAAACHg/JDbetz6SFOc/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmYvt7dX460/TwHcS393G-I/AAAAAAAACHg/JDbetz6SFOc/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDEomknLqYs/TwHcV0wgXiI/AAAAAAAACHo/4P98bUHnnoc/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDEomknLqYs/TwHcV0wgXiI/AAAAAAAACHo/4P98bUHnnoc/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQwn5zVg_84/TwHcW9otnyI/AAAAAAAACHw/gKrVNrVApGg/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LQwn5zVg_84/TwHcW9otnyI/AAAAAAAACHw/gKrVNrVApGg/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9MjS68Hh4M/TwHcX8hwjoI/AAAAAAAACH4/JCGE_OLPm94/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9MjS68Hh4M/TwHcX8hwjoI/AAAAAAAACH4/JCGE_OLPm94/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ti6K1IfMY_w/TwHcZd7-ppI/AAAAAAAACIA/Mxe04NcscFY/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ti6K1IfMY_w/TwHcZd7-ppI/AAAAAAAACIA/Mxe04NcscFY/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-23452890338085161822011-12-19T19:55:00.000-07:002011-12-19T19:57:29.386-07:00Christmas Letter 2011<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2J4blJMpMxE/Tu_5jDogz6I/AAAAAAAACF0/9hSX1A59dHM/s1600/Christmas%2B2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2J4blJMpMxE/Tu_5jDogz6I/AAAAAAAACF0/9hSX1A59dHM/s400/Christmas%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688039235058192290" /></a><br />2011 Has been a dramatic shift from our typical mundane, hum-drum, run of the mill years we’ve collected so far; turn on some background music and get comfy-- we’ll tell you the few parts that make us sound cool.<br /><br />Jack had an occupational change in January: he is now a judge. You’ve got to admit that’s pretty darn impressive for someone his age, right? Not a traditional judge, mind you. Jack works in the Quality department and judges his co-workers for a living, but let’s not nit-pick the jargon—a judge is a judge.<br /><br />Dayna continues to be a constant at Westmore Elementary School where she is the most desired Title One Teacher’s Aide. In fact, both her and Jack are so valuable that their businesses are paying 200% the rate of half of what they got a year ago. <br /><br />Dayna also continues to thrive in an industry of tax dodging, back door dealing, crafty-types known as crafters. She has been able to get quite a following based on her performance at the annual Holly Fair, and that keeps her busy almost year round doing custom orders for a hefty fee. She also accepts money in exchange for nothing. <br /><br />On one boring afternoon, Dayna started worrying that we perhaps were running low on debt. Since everyone is worried about the housing market and economy, we decided to give our money to the people who need it the most: large banks. After looking at approximately 3,189 houses in Utah County, we still lived in an apartment in a neighborhood that Charlie Sheen once called, “Trashy.”<br /><br />We toured dozens of houses formerly lived in by families of cats who clearly work in the meth production industry. “The ceiling is collapsing in the living room, and the basement ceilings are six feet tall in this one.” Jack said. “All we’ll need is nice crown molding.” Dayna would say, her unblinking, blood-shot eyes scaring even our new realtor, and this guy was a survivor.<br /><br />On the brink of losing hope, Jack agreed to submit an offer on one of the least gross places they had looked at. Immediately after faxing in the paper work, Dayna got a call from competent realtor man (should we do another code name? Why not? His name is now Phil.) Phil called and said that the house which she and Jack had desired the most had accepted their initial offer. Dayna responded with a high pitched noise that most likely reward Phil with a hearing aid later in life. Jack felt the same way as Dayna though, but expressed it through much lower pitched, manly noises.<br /><br />With a new house around the corner, the reality of hairy animal living with us—something we all dream of-- was about to come to fruition. There was a hitch in the plan, though. Earlier in the year—before the reality of actually getting a house had fully set in—we had purchased tickets to go to Disneyland.<br /><br />The dates we would be in “The Happiest Place on Earth” (Editor’s note: what if you got the flu there? Wouldn’t be the happiest place, obviously) took place about two weeks after we moved into our new house. This meant we would need to, as responsible adults, wait until after our California trip before purchasing a puppy. JK, we bought her right away.<br /><br />Anne (named after the character from Arrested Development) is our little Pomeranian, who isn’t spoiled. She never barks, is potty trained, loves everyone and won’t bite even if you stole food from inside her mouth. You may think that you’re detecting some sarcasm here, but she’s genuinely a great dog and we’re really grateful we got such a sweet puppy. I wish there was something funny to say about her, but she’s just adorable and we love her. Hopefully from the very pained expression on her face from our included picture will bring you your own holiday LOL; she really hated that outfit.<br /><br />Our new house was not as dreamy as we had imagined it right away, but soon after doing several months of exhaustive renovations, we felt like all new home owners do; we don’t know where the previous owners are, but we sure hope that they’re homeless and sad now. They’ve earned it.<br /><br />We are less fat than a year ago. We realize this is blatant bragging, but last year things were looking a little bleak for us. While asking for donations during a fund raiser last year, we actually had someone say, “Hey, Jabba. Look, I was just on my way to pay you back, but I got a little sidetracked! It's not my fault...” Although we did immediately refer to that person as “Bantha Fodder,” I should also note that this story is completely made up and just a lame excuse to include fat jokes, Star Wars references and back door bragging in our Christmas letter. Between the two of us we’ve lost over 100 pounds, or the weight of two dead Ewoks. We look so pretty now.<br /><br />Also notable this year: Dayna directed and co-starred in a yet to be released Pirates of the Caribbean movie, Jack secretly dated Country Superstar Taylor Swift while pretending to be Taylor Lautner (which involved a lot of hunching, unnecessary shirtless time and terrible, terrible acting) and our dog Anne released Miley Cyrus’ new album, which Rolling Stone called, “substantially better than her other stuff.”<br /><br />So as the year winds down we are pretty grateful for our boring lives, and those of you who continually help to keep them that way. We hope this Christmas finds you all safe, happy, healthy and living far enough away to not cause any serious damage.<br /><br />Merry Christmas!<br /><br />Jack, Dayna and AnneJack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-17304025485504459032011-09-02T10:20:00.004-06:002011-09-02T10:30:01.632-06:00Crafting Stuff<div><div style="text-align: center;">Working for the school district offers MANY perks. One of them being summer. I usually look for a summer job but this year I procrastinated too long and I ended up just staying home and not working. Oh how I love not working. I used the summer months to get a head start on my craft fair (November 4-5th, mark your calendar). I have a ton of fun stuff ready to sell but I decided I needed 1 craft project that could be all for me! </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When we moved into this house one of my most favorite things was that we had a peep hole in the front door. Now I can successfully ignore everyone while still knowing who came to my house. Score! So there was no way I was hanging my wreath on my door (it covered my peep hole). I ended up using a hook on my house but every few weeks it would fall off and I would have to go buy another one. I finally decided I needed a stand on my porch. Something adorable but I was too cheap to buy one. I used scrap wood and a hook I had and spent $1.75 at the DI for a base and the corner piece and whiped up this beauty. I am SO happy with the results. Did I mention I spent $1.75? </div></div><div>
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<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QkCE7J-13A/TmEEQI42B2I/AAAAAAAACDQ/hXjhZMTbToo/s1600/DSCN3140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv3MOkwqB10/TmEEPfrzdQI/AAAAAAAACDI/JWhK9wvdxVo/s400/DSCN3137.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647800071949088002" /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7QkCE7J-13A/TmEEQI42B2I/AAAAAAAACDQ/hXjhZMTbToo/s400/DSCN3140.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647800083009636194" /></a>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-86974375600393165002011-07-22T09:52:00.002-06:002011-07-22T09:59:14.151-06:007 peaks stuff<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXWS2T5kYsA/Timcx9GP9FI/AAAAAAAACBU/zKcDiMctTEo/s1600/DSCN2767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXWS2T5kYsA/Timcx9GP9FI/AAAAAAAACBU/zKcDiMctTEo/s400/DSCN2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632205191031813202" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last summer I was spoiled because my sister lived here. We spent almost every day together and we had so much fun. I miss having someone to cook for and someone who cleaned my house and entertained me when I needed it. I miss her! Luckily she's come out to visit a couple times. I think she secretly misses me more than I miss her. </div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1GrNhUW7Rc/TimcxXaAujI/AAAAAAAACBM/qBmK5rcn0vA/s1600/DSCN2768.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1GrNhUW7Rc/TimcxXaAujI/AAAAAAAACBM/qBmK5rcn0vA/s400/DSCN2768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632205180914154034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago she came out to visit and we drug her to 7 peaks with us. We had SO much fun! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I love when she visits. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmhxFLlVlo/TimcxCufoQI/AAAAAAAACBE/gOpdp26CPWM/s1600/DSCN2770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmhxFLlVlo/TimcxCufoQI/AAAAAAAACBE/gOpdp26CPWM/s400/DSCN2770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632205175362920706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jack is the tiny person ON the slide. This slide is way too scary for me. I've had bad experiences on slides like this. haha</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In a nutshell... I love sister time. </div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-28101953466436835522011-07-20T09:44:00.003-06:002011-07-20T09:54:00.619-06:00Backyard Camping<img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ps05jLSE3eM/Tib4Ygza_tI/AAAAAAAACAc/haxam3TUzMc/s400/DSCN2798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461484079546066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoL2XvOQ6OI/Tib4lANp6LI/AAAAAAAACAs/ZkALDTCfBeM/s1600/DSCN2807.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoL2XvOQ6OI/Tib4lANp6LI/AAAAAAAACAs/ZkALDTCfBeM/s1600/DSCN2807.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OagwjSnrQsk/Tib4ljY4IiI/AAAAAAAACA0/FL73Nd1A9P8/s1600/DSCN2809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OagwjSnrQsk/Tib4ljY4IiI/AAAAAAAACA0/FL73Nd1A9P8/s1600/DSCN2809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Jack loves the idea of camping. The food, the games, the tent, the fire, everything. Unforuntately he is completely convinced that the minute the sun goes down bears are circling his tent and planning their next meal. We've been camping a few times together and both times we ended up sleeping in our car. He honestly can't handle it. So a few weeks ago we decided to camp in our backyard. We have a fire pit so we could still enjoy s'mores and we could still eat camping food-- we'd just avoid the bears. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh8PC-yJc0E/Tib4lzkZe9I/AAAAAAAACA8/tm6Oyx2E34M/s1600/DSCN2801.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yh8PC-yJc0E/Tib4lzkZe9I/AAAAAAAACA8/tm6Oyx2E34M/s400/DSCN2801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461712455105490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jack's idea of camping food is a tinfoil dinner filled with steak, potatoes, corn and LOTS of butter. Delicious. I'm more of a hot dog kind of girl. We both got what we wanted and enjoyed it immensely. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OagwjSnrQsk/Tib4ljY4IiI/AAAAAAAACA0/FL73Nd1A9P8/s1600/DSCN2809.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OagwjSnrQsk/Tib4ljY4IiI/AAAAAAAACA0/FL73Nd1A9P8/s400/DSCN2809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461708111815202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Even Anne got to sleep in the tent with us. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoL2XvOQ6OI/Tib4lANp6LI/AAAAAAAACAs/ZkALDTCfBeM/s1600/DSCN2807.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HoL2XvOQ6OI/Tib4lANp6LI/AAAAAAAACAs/ZkALDTCfBeM/s400/DSCN2807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461698669504690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jack hates playing cards but since we were camping I convinced him it was a must. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrnYHW1xYJg/Tib4kzwWUKI/AAAAAAAACAk/JBeJdHG65Mk/s1600/DSCN2808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrnYHW1xYJg/Tib4kzwWUKI/AAAAAAAACAk/JBeJdHG65Mk/s400/DSCN2808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461695325360290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toYHNhBnGYA/Tib4NjlqePI/AAAAAAAACAM/1JLs5go1-UQ/s400/DSCN2803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631461295848585458" /><div style="text-align: center;">Backyard camping is the way to go! It started sprinkling on us in the middle of the night so we ended up sleeping inside BUT this is the camping style we can enjoy all summer long. </div></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-87788118872271579592011-07-18T21:35:00.004-06:002011-07-20T09:44:31.121-06:00Disneyland Stuff<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-csxnYrEbRyw/TiT8Ot_nkJI/AAAAAAAAB_0/lPjyRFehwqo/s400/DSCN2489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902763914760338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">Every spring Jack and I try to go on a vacation. Since I work for the school district it works out perfectly over spring break. This year we decided to go to Disneyland. Jack had been once as a kid but got sick and was only able to go on a few rides. It broke my heart that this 27 year old man had never enjoyed Disneyland before! We bought 3 day hopper passes and off we went. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLBQxrHbVcQ/TiT78o6qAkI/AAAAAAAAB_U/PultFing0bY/s400/DSCN2454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902453314126402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">The first ride we went on was Indiana Jones. This is one of the rides Jack had never been on and he said as a kid he was so jealous when his brothers got back and told him all about it. It was a must. We waited in line (we hadn't discovered fast pass tickets yet) for what seemed like hours, but it was so worth the wait. I think it was more fun for me just being with someone who was that excited. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nPFB7Kaa5A/TiT79d7jIPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/L7p8wZv4uWQ/s1600/DSCN2459.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMqMRtIb4rU/TiT8Of8uBnI/AAAAAAAAB_s/3FyLq4-IxjM/s1600/DSCN2488.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMqMRtIb4rU/TiT8Of8uBnI/AAAAAAAAB_s/3FyLq4-IxjM/s1600/DSCN2488.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQslMrE1TTI/TiT8O4NRZnI/AAAAAAAAB_8/mI3fwlH3FH0/s1600/DSCN2497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQslMrE1TTI/TiT8O4NRZnI/AAAAAAAAB_8/mI3fwlH3FH0/s1600/DSCN2497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMqMRtIb4rU/TiT8Of8uBnI/AAAAAAAAB_s/3FyLq4-IxjM/s400/DSCN2488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902760144504434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqLjk2Amiow/TiT8PaTO8HI/AAAAAAAACAE/yzOlIhlN97E/s1600/DSCN2499.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqLjk2Amiow/TiT8PaTO8HI/AAAAAAAACAE/yzOlIhlN97E/s400/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902775808192626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They had a Tron section in California Adventure. We had to stop and capture this picture. haha it turned out perfect. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQslMrE1TTI/TiT8O4NRZnI/AAAAAAAAB_8/mI3fwlH3FH0/s1600/DSCN2497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQslMrE1TTI/TiT8O4NRZnI/AAAAAAAAB_8/mI3fwlH3FH0/s400/DSCN2497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902766656382578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I told Jack at the beginning of our trip that we had to get a picture with a character. He was less than enthusiastic. On our last evening there I realized I had no character pictures so we hunted around the park and Pluto was the only one we found. Not the best pic but I got what I went there for. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nPFB7Kaa5A/TiT79d7jIPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/L7p8wZv4uWQ/s1600/DSCN2459.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nPFB7Kaa5A/TiT79d7jIPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/L7p8wZv4uWQ/s400/DSCN2459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902467544948978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7uEFVHBGgQ/TiT79GhW-zI/AAAAAAAAB_c/uh4uYHYtCgs/s1600/DSCN2456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W7uEFVHBGgQ/TiT79GhW-zI/AAAAAAAAB_c/uh4uYHYtCgs/s400/DSCN2456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902461261085490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We planned on getting up early one morning to get in before the park opened, unfortunately the fire alarm at our hotel went off in the middle of the night. We ended up sleeping in. We did show up right when it opened one morning and waited in line with the rest of the crazy people. We got on a lot of the kiddie rides that morning though (the lines for those rides are CRAZY!). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyHg0MvfiYU/TiT78Ww431I/AAAAAAAAB_M/Sem4FWT_FDc/s1600/DSCN2453.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyHg0MvfiYU/TiT78Ww431I/AAAAAAAAB_M/Sem4FWT_FDc/s400/DSCN2453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902448441319250" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysJBbZEUGhQ/TiT7u485fZI/AAAAAAAAB_E/P3wQK40di0U/s1600/DSCN2496.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysJBbZEUGhQ/TiT7u485fZI/AAAAAAAAB_E/P3wQK40di0U/s400/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630902217100328338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">No Disneyland trip would be complete without the Mickey head picture. This vacation was absolutely perfect. We always have so much fun together.</div></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-77398134181697245842011-07-18T21:32:00.002-06:002011-07-18T21:55:26.992-06:00Outside Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">When we moved in the yard/outside was the worst on the block. Granted it was just barely spring and the previous owners hadn't had the time/desire to do anything with the yard so we got stuck with it. Our culdesac has EMACULATE yards. Lots of trees, flowers and perfect grass. Unforuntately I am not a gardner. We settled for a few flowers in the front and wood chips in the rest of the flower gardens. It will do for now. We'll get around to landscaping next year. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OI78aQPYJtI/TiT7TgJgdvI/AAAAAAAAB-8/g-WRS1wZAUY/s1600/DSCN2591.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OI78aQPYJtI/TiT7TgJgdvI/AAAAAAAAB-8/g-WRS1wZAUY/s400/DSCN2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901746585859826" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oL76VA68ztk/TiT7TaWbD6I/AAAAAAAAB-0/tjfWtTZ1J6o/s1600/DSCN2590.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oL76VA68ztk/TiT7TaWbD6I/AAAAAAAAB-0/tjfWtTZ1J6o/s400/DSCN2590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901745029418914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I really wanted to paint my front door. Initially I wanted to paint it black. I love black and I would still have loved it that color but everyone I asked said RED. I faintly remember telling my friend that I would NEVER have a red door. I hated it. And that's what I ended up with. I absolutely love it. It's the pop of color the house needed and I couldn't be happier. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Tb4qOO0jE/TiT7HF2u-MI/AAAAAAAAB-k/39UEKzDTobw/s400/DSCN2675.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901533369366722" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ey1wZtSt4YE/TiT7HTb7DjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/-277ZO97ocM/s1600/DSCN2677.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ey1wZtSt4YE/TiT7HTb7DjI/AAAAAAAAB-s/-277ZO97ocM/s400/DSCN2677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901537015008818" /></a>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-46593571030653669302011-07-18T21:28:00.005-06:002011-07-18T21:49:33.694-06:00Bedroom Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">The last room in the house was our Bedroom/Bathroom. It got neglected until the very end because it's huge. I was just really tired of painting by this point. I knew I wanted it done though so one week we hauled out the paint and tackled the last project. The walls were gross white. Lots of marks on the walls and in desperate need of an update. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTe8Ffsdw3M/TiT6pMt70XI/AAAAAAAAB-c/BPekRLXrkN8/s1600/DSCN2650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTe8Ffsdw3M/TiT6pMt70XI/AAAAAAAAB-c/BPekRLXrkN8/s400/DSCN2650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901019815432562" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BNbg7PERnc/TiT6o0Zt25I/AAAAAAAAB-U/KURLEY7CKos/s1600/DSCN2649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BNbg7PERnc/TiT6o0Zt25I/AAAAAAAAB-U/KURLEY7CKos/s400/DSCN2649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630901013288180626" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nh_ivdka82A/TiT6iPHjlwI/AAAAAAAAB-M/PxgkrRjwfc8/s1600/DSCN2648.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nh_ivdka82A/TiT6iPHjlwI/AAAAAAAAB-M/PxgkrRjwfc8/s400/DSCN2648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900900200683266" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hP2vLId8ndQ/TiT6hz2hM2I/AAAAAAAAB-E/N74tGPy7NjU/s1600/DSCN2647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hP2vLId8ndQ/TiT6hz2hM2I/AAAAAAAAB-E/N74tGPy7NjU/s400/DSCN2647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900892881466210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We painted the bed/vanity/bath rooms (they are all connected) a dark tan and accented with Browns and Whites and pops of Teal. It's similar to the living room but more white. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KZvkj6wGo/TiT6SaNIkKI/AAAAAAAAB98/00oyBEIJ8lI/s1600/DSCN2697.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-KZvkj6wGo/TiT6SaNIkKI/AAAAAAAAB98/00oyBEIJ8lI/s400/DSCN2697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900628298961058" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5Ibg5Ibddg/TiT6SJg0NfI/AAAAAAAAB90/h07wVYeFGQM/s1600/DSCN2692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u5Ibg5Ibddg/TiT6SJg0NfI/AAAAAAAAB90/h07wVYeFGQM/s400/DSCN2692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900623818110450" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b31bQ1_tSLA/TiT6RwG968I/AAAAAAAAB9s/BB9vu_xJaZA/s1600/DSCN2689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b31bQ1_tSLA/TiT6RwG968I/AAAAAAAAB9s/BB9vu_xJaZA/s400/DSCN2689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900616998808514" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwt3-lcxyqQ/TiT6Bn-tCWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/_MyzSaVlQWo/s1600/DSCN2686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwt3-lcxyqQ/TiT6Bn-tCWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/_MyzSaVlQWo/s400/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900339938756962" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eMMmOVCT54/TiT6BVTbw0I/AAAAAAAAB9c/QvgMkOqo22A/s1600/DSCN2687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eMMmOVCT54/TiT6BVTbw0I/AAAAAAAAB9c/QvgMkOqo22A/s400/DSCN2687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900334925431618" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAXPJoK1FoI/TiT6BOnHNgI/AAAAAAAAB9U/vzG315R_pF4/s1600/DSCN2703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OAXPJoK1FoI/TiT6BOnHNgI/AAAAAAAAB9U/vzG315R_pF4/s400/DSCN2703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630900333128922626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love it. </div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-10988538055457053742011-07-18T21:26:00.003-06:002011-07-18T21:45:05.146-06:00Man/Craft/Den/Cave Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">Like I said before, there were only 2 rooms the previous owners had painted. The yellow living room and this childrens room. I think they had us in mind when they decided to paint the ENTIRE room in blue (including the ceiling) with puffy white clouds. The knew how much we would hate them for it. It was awful. Painting the ceiling was the worst part. I will NEVER do that to any future owners. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtyO_itNGzA/TiT5rqEClFI/AAAAAAAAB9M/s6CqAWQOqUk/s1600/DSCN2580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtyO_itNGzA/TiT5rqEClFI/AAAAAAAAB9M/s6CqAWQOqUk/s400/DSCN2580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899962540889170" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3OHVZlTa6w/TiT5rON4KEI/AAAAAAAAB9E/pu5LKUlvLCg/s1600/DSCN2382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3OHVZlTa6w/TiT5rON4KEI/AAAAAAAAB9E/pu5LKUlvLCg/s400/DSCN2382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899955065956418" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEWgSIg5lOM/TiT5qyQdq3I/AAAAAAAAB88/7wmsiouZKjI/s1600/DSCN2381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEWgSIg5lOM/TiT5qyQdq3I/AAAAAAAAB88/7wmsiouZKjI/s400/DSCN2381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899947560610674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We turned that room into our Man/Craft/Den/Cave. A mix of everything Jack and I needed a room for. We painted the walls a brownish gray and accented with white. I LOVE this room. I've seen the concept done on home decor blogs and I knew I had to recreate it. This room is just a limbo room while we finish the basement. Once that is done Jack will move his Man Den to a room downstairs and the rooms will shuffle. For that reason I didn't go all out with the decor like I would have wanted. It's fine for now. We like it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xU24eu6T4YI/TiT5i6cYm8I/AAAAAAAAB80/aSz6l6TROpE/s1600/DSCN2634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xU24eu6T4YI/TiT5i6cYm8I/AAAAAAAAB80/aSz6l6TROpE/s400/DSCN2634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899812319140802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We created Hers and His sides of the room. It was a cute touch. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUXomgglMRg/TiT5iHPCDFI/AAAAAAAAB8s/VJ4VFlQgM9A/s1600/DSCN2633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUXomgglMRg/TiT5iHPCDFI/AAAAAAAAB8s/VJ4VFlQgM9A/s400/DSCN2633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899798572928082" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3FPPtwxOSw/TiT5hyx2TsI/AAAAAAAAB8k/2GNQaFFXuMY/s1600/DSCN2632.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G3FPPtwxOSw/TiT5hyx2TsI/AAAAAAAAB8k/2GNQaFFXuMY/s400/DSCN2632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630899793081814722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Perfect crafting/computering room. </div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-88404215365617282202011-07-18T10:45:00.010-06:002011-07-18T11:05:27.986-06:00Living Room Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">There were only 2 rooms in the house that the previous owners had painted. The living room happened to be one of them. I love yellow but the yellow on these walls was not a pretty site. The owners had used screws to hang stuff on the walls so there were huge holes all over. It was not good. This was another room we finished while my mom was out for the weekend. It took most of our time but it is BY FAR my favorite room in the entire house. I love it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Suy1izKb1U/TiRmYpC3eKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/4zS7Rayps10/s1600/DSCN2386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Suy1izKb1U/TiRmYpC3eKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/4zS7Rayps10/s400/DSCN2386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630738007640733858" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC87pTJK8-A/TiRmTDQjm2I/AAAAAAAAB8U/62aU7_N-Vc8/s1600/DSCN2385.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC87pTJK8-A/TiRmTDQjm2I/AAAAAAAAB8U/62aU7_N-Vc8/s400/DSCN2385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630737911598259042" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQYGj0i4XU/TiRmS3SxVAI/AAAAAAAAB8M/eWjDMAyk_hE/s1600/DSCN2384.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQYGj0i4XU/TiRmS3SxVAI/AAAAAAAAB8M/eWjDMAyk_hE/s400/DSCN2384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630737908386321410" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32K65YT-fZM/TiRmGM_fcHI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QSlD5NIxXDA/s1600/DSCN2383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32K65YT-fZM/TiRmGM_fcHI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QSlD5NIxXDA/s400/DSCN2383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630737690872737906" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqiuCMAwI6o/TiRmF0Wv2HI/AAAAAAAAB78/7q7R3i9bFYM/s1600/DSCN2380.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqiuCMAwI6o/TiRmF0Wv2HI/AAAAAAAAB78/7q7R3i9bFYM/s400/DSCN2380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630737684259395698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We painted the walls a light tan/dark cream. I really wanted a vintage look with browns and creams and pops of teal. We decorated with old cupboard doors, shutters, and lots of re purposed DI treasures. (I LOVE the DI) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFDW1iBCKuQ/TiRkCFg2d7I/AAAAAAAAB70/U5iH5ePQ2H4/s1600/DSCN2398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FFDW1iBCKuQ/TiRkCFg2d7I/AAAAAAAAB70/U5iH5ePQ2H4/s400/DSCN2398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735421122443186" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EACXdAUvTY/TiRj636lthI/AAAAAAAAB7s/EdqoVEftPJI/s1600/DSCN2397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_EACXdAUvTY/TiRj636lthI/AAAAAAAAB7s/EdqoVEftPJI/s400/DSCN2397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735297213216274" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biz7IdV9Uns/TiRj2ykjD2I/AAAAAAAAB7k/8faPETp7nDs/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biz7IdV9Uns/TiRj2ykjD2I/AAAAAAAAB7k/8faPETp7nDs/s400/DSCN2396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735227059113826" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMiw3bF9ENI/TiRjyyKnrgI/AAAAAAAAB7c/GAeLg6aOLE8/s1600/DSCN2395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMiw3bF9ENI/TiRjyyKnrgI/AAAAAAAAB7c/GAeLg6aOLE8/s400/DSCN2395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735158230887938" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtsPOswfYcg/TiRjv1krAYI/AAAAAAAAB7U/FqtuZKW9qYM/s1600/DSCN2394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtsPOswfYcg/TiRjv1krAYI/AAAAAAAAB7U/FqtuZKW9qYM/s400/DSCN2394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630735107605856642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I could spend all of my time in this room. It turned out better than I ever imagined. Could it be any more perfect. I think not. </div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5970662825986204029.post-89830103010686884222011-07-18T10:40:00.004-06:002011-07-18T10:45:16.550-06:00Spare Bathroom Stuff<div style="text-align: center;">One of the rooms we were able to finish with my mom was the spare bathroom. This bathroom was BAD! It was ugly white with random colored sea shells painted as a border through across the middle of the entire room. Complete with a seashell light cover. Nice. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TTtYZoSrU4/TiRiQxZfaxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/r2-5utEIeY4/s1600/DSCN2374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TTtYZoSrU4/TiRiQxZfaxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/r2-5utEIeY4/s400/DSCN2374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733474397645586" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrikudleXTg/TiRiQQWLDrI/AAAAAAAAB7E/HrDielBIfIE/s1600/DSCN2373.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HrikudleXTg/TiRiQQWLDrI/AAAAAAAAB7E/HrDielBIfIE/s400/DSCN2373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733465525358258" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SP_MrBXzLrw/TiRiP5_sA7I/AAAAAAAAB68/EFTtbrKI4iw/s1600/DSCN2372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SP_MrBXzLrw/TiRiP5_sA7I/AAAAAAAAB68/EFTtbrKI4iw/s400/DSCN2372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733459525469106" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3KqV3eXrU/TiRiPp7nqiI/AAAAAAAAB60/rBCA4WCCUHE/s1600/DSCN2371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su3KqV3eXrU/TiRiPp7nqiI/AAAAAAAAB60/rBCA4WCCUHE/s400/DSCN2371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733455213439522" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">I wanted it to fit with the same theme as the spare room to keep things flowing. We painted in a similar mustard color and decorated with blacks. I LOVE empty frames (you'll notice a pattern throughout my house-- haha) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qppUOnmgTUI/TiRiEe8b5dI/AAAAAAAAB6s/byldNQBU3rg/s1600/DSCN2402.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qppUOnmgTUI/TiRiEe8b5dI/AAAAAAAAB6s/byldNQBU3rg/s400/DSCN2402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733263285511634" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-R4KKFs1A8/TiRiEOnnTyI/AAAAAAAAB6k/z5s-DfSY73U/s1600/DSCN2403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-R4KKFs1A8/TiRiEOnnTyI/AAAAAAAAB6k/z5s-DfSY73U/s400/DSCN2403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733258903211810" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sIvRNwm8_o/TiRiDxQ_nvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8wdvMKrp31Y/s1600/DSCN2404.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sIvRNwm8_o/TiRiDxQ_nvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8wdvMKrp31Y/s400/DSCN2404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630733251023707890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It turned out great. Huge upgrade and exactly what I wanted. </div></div>Jack and Daynaleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10427947755811252843noreply@blogger.com1